Fiona Flask: Anal: Three-Book Anal Erotica Bundle

He helped me put my feet in the stirrups and told me to slide down to the bottom of the table. I did what he told me, and it was a good thing that I was wearing the paper dress, because it blocked his view of my face. I had no idea what he normally saw down there, but this time I was wet, swollen, and probably still had semen inside of me. My cheeks were flaming. I waited for him to say something, but he was silent as he examined me. It wasn’t for very long, and he almost jumped to his feet when he was finished, picking up the clipboard that the nurse had left behind. He rifled through my paperwork, then grabbed a pen from his coat pocket and started asking me the routine questions.

“When was your last menstrual period?”

I told him. He wrote something down. He went through a bunch of the usual questions, but then it started to get interesting. He was a little more fidgety today than he’d been the last time I was here. He was pacing the room, and when he came back into my line of sight, I saw something that made me hot all over again. The doc was pitching a tent, and he had a pretty good size pole. I wouldn’t mind having that in me…

I couldn’t believe, with my feet still in stirrups, I was getting these thoughts.

“Is your sex life very active?”

I stifled a laugh, but barely. I had no idea why he would ask me that when he knew the answer already. I was pretty sure that my nether regions still smelled like sex.

“Not as much as I would like if we’re being honest.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, as if he wanted me to elaborate. I smiled at him.

“It’s usually few and far between.”

He didn’t write anything down this time, and I was starting to get the impression that these were personal questions. He was obviously turned on, and seeing that, knowing that he got turned on by seeing a big load of cum in my twat, had me turned on, too. Boy was I ever. When I’d thought about him while masturbating, I’d been way off on his size. He surpassed my expectations.

“And what do your sexual fantasies tend to be?”

That was definitely not a question from the routine string that I’d been asked before, but maybe if I played my cards right, I could examine the equipment that the doc was working with.

“Well, right now I’m leaning towards an experimentation phase, and there are a few things that I want to check off my bucket list,” I said carefully. I held my breath, wondering if he was going to go into more detail than that.

“Oh? And what do they entail precisely?” He hadn’t even bothered to pretend writing anything down for the last few questions, and I just knew that we were going to end up taking it past the professional stage.

“Well, a little rough, a little helplessness… but the one thing that I really want to try is anal. There’s just something so taboo about getting your tightest hole fucked that I’ve got to try it.” I waited while he processed my confession.

He was quiet for a few minutes, and I couldn’t believe that this might actually be happening. He cleared his throat and swallowed hard, looking down under my paper dress again. I spread my legs even wider, and saw him swallow again.

“And, have you found someone to help you fulfill all of those fantasies on your bucket list?” he asked in a strained voice.

Now he was staring at me in a way that was unnerving, but was still so damn hot that I wanted to jump him right away. He walked back over to his little rolling chair between my legs, and sat down. That put him on the same level as my shaved lips. I waited for him to ask me something else, but it didn’t happen. I felt his fingers slide into me, and I couldn’t help arching up on the table a little bit, driving his fingers in deeper. I moaned, and I hoped that that was going to be enough of an indicator to let him know that I was down for anything that was going to happen.

“If you feel uncomfortable at all, please stop me at any time.” His breathing was getting a little ragged, and I’d be lying to myself if I said that mine wasn’t that way, too.

“Not at all. You’re the doctor, and you know what’s best for me, so I’m going to trust your judgment.” I nodded at him, and he offered me a shy smile. Was he really going to do this?

His fingers were now starting to pump in and out of me, and it was sending little jolts through my body, pebbling my nipples into hard little nubs. I moaned at him, and the next thing I heard was his zipper going down. I inhaled sharply and mentally congratulated myself on getting this to work. I slid a little further down the table for easy access. He slid his boxers down, and I had to catch my breath. It looked even bigger outside of his pants. It might even be the biggest one that I’d ever seen. He took a step closer to me, then put the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Are you sure that you want to do this?” he asked. His eyes were hoping he wouldn’t have to stop. His cock was twitching. I wondered if we were making his fantasies come true as well.

“Any man that gets turned on at the sight of a fat load of cum in my wet pussy is more than welcome to fuck me and add to it.” I winked at him and he grinned. I was caught up in his grin, and was suprised when he slammed that big cock deep inside me. I squeaked and he stopped immediately.

“Did I hurt you?”

I grinned up at him, and shook my head. “Not at all. You’re just so big… I love it.”

He nodded, smiled, and then started thrusting in a slow and steady rhythm. It made me feel like this was rehearsed. Like it was a procedure instead of the most pleasurable act on earth. My enthusiasm was quickly starting to fade. He moved in and out of me slow, slow, slow. I wasn’t sure what he was doing. I was starting to get bored. Then he grabbed a jar of medical lubricant and got some lube on his hand. His fingers went to my asshole. That made my eyes get wide really quick, but he didn’t push his fingers in right away. He just started to apply a gentle pressure to my ass. He was getting me ready. Taking it slow. His fingers slowly, achingly entered my ass over a period of a few minutes. And when he was able to fit three fingers comfortably in my ass, he pulled out his fingers, then pulled his cock out of my pussy, and then rested the head of his cock against my back entrance.

Again, slowly, slowly, slowly, he applied pressure and pushed his way inside. I could feel the head of his cock getting further and further into the tightest fuckable hole that my body had to offer. Just because it was taboo, and just because it was something that I’d wanted to do for a while now, it made my excitement amp up to at least three times the level it was at already. I was being ass-fucked by my gynaecologist. I was already loving every minute of it. He let out a groan, as he pushed that fat pole even further into my ass. He was being as gentle as he could, I could tell, but I also saw that he was doing everything he could to hold back. He was a sprinter, apparently, not a long distance runner, and it was killing him that he had to go so slow. I understood that perfectly, because I liked it hard and fast myself, but right now, I was very happy with the fact that he was being so gentle with me.

Once he got his hunk of man meat all the way in me, I had to sit back and let myself relax my muscles so I actually let myself enjoy it. And it felt phenomenal. It almost felt better than an orgasm. It was already making me want to cum, even though he hadn’t done much of anything to me yet. Once I got used to it, he started moving in and out, ever so slowly, and it sent minor quakes through my entire body that would have shown up on the Richter Scale. Oh my god! I had to bit my lip to keep from screaming out, it felt so good. The more he moved, the looser my little asshole got, and it wasn’t long before I was meeting his thrusts with thrusts of my own. We started going faster and harder, and his sweat dripped down onto the paper dress I was wearing, soaking through it and making me feel like drops of hot wax were falling on me. I could already feel the pressure building low in my core, and I hoped he was going to be up for a few more rounds, because I wasn’t quite ready to just have one test run before I checked it off my list. He moaned, and I could see his body tensing up. A second later, I felt his hot jizz shoot into my ass, ricocheting off the walls and setting me off. I bit my lip harder, grabbed the edges of the table, and let a thundering river flow out of me. He still had his fat cock in my ass, so my cum dripped down from my pussy lips onto his cock. He looked from the mess to my face and raised an eyebrow. Taking it to mean that he was ready for round two, I nodded. He started to fuck my ass slowly, using my own cum to lubricate his cock so he could fuck me again.